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Stephen said, noticing Bryan's emotions and he nodded, bending over to carry the sack with him. “The cameras?” Stephen suddenly asked on getting to the main door. “They haven't been functioning for a week now” Bryan said and Stephen muttered a simple reply before they finally opened the door. “Peep out.” Bryan whispered and Stephen nodded, looking around to see if anyone was around. “It's safe” Stephen replied and immediately, they carried Alessia's corpse, moving out of the house without hesitation… There wasn't an extra time for the opening of the booth so they dropped her in the backseat, closing the car door immediately.

I am never gonna let Cassius go, not even even if it mean doing anything, I mean any fucking thing. "You wanna play this fucking game with me, Crystal? Too bad, people who try to play games with me end up dead before they realise it, and you wouldn't be any different, that i promise."

"She said Elena is dead. That's impossible." Leo froze for a moment, then sneered. "Dead? A weakling like her wouldn't die that easily." Just then, Chloe arrived, drawn by the commotion, her voice soft and delicate. "Damon, a manipulative Omega like Elena is an expert at playing the victim. This is just another one of her games." "I knew she couldn't really be dead!" Damon slammed his fist against the wall in frustration. "An Omega who doesn't even know how to fight, how could she possibly have the guts to actually die?"

In the end, we managed to surpass Frank's points by a hair's breadth and emerged victorious. However, both Riley and I died the moment we left the game due to our heavy injuries. Perhaps the system malfunctioned when it brought us back, but we were reborn with our memories of our past lives intact. The game then began anew. Riley and I immediately recognized each other when we were added to the group chat. Thus, we swore to each other that we would make the people who betrayed us in our past lives pay for the consequences of their actions. I intentionally chose the plastic apartment in the desert and the reverse photosynthesis skill. I also modified the name of the game, tricking everyone in

"Franco was the main character, he was suppose to survive in the jungle game but fell for a stranger and she ended up making him die." I felt so angry like I should have a talk with the director and asked him what really happened. "You can't blame Franco! He died for love" Bryan said and I scoffed loudly. Died for love? Who does that? "See Bryan! it was obvious the girl never loved him but he was too dumb and blind to notice." I said as my veins were begining to stretch around my neck. "I understand your point. But not all films are meant to end the way we are expecting. bravo to the director." Bryan added.

Tears roll down her cheeks. “Why are you crying?” “I was thinking about bald eagles.” “Bald eagles?” I raise an eyebrow. “Bald eagles make you cry?” “They used to be endangered. But they’re not anymore. They’re so majestic and beautiful and I’m just so happy they’re not endangered anymore.” I don’t mean to laugh, but dammit, she’s so fucking adorable. “Remember how you said it wasn’t fair that I didn’t get to experience drunk-Quinn?”

“That was only going to kill him. Maybe parts of you, but only small parts. Tiny little parts that would have also rejoiced in the bloodshed. Sure, Sweet Marie would have died, but Bloodthirsty Marie would have been born. And it would have been something . . . desirable. Something you wanted. Like putting your jaws to a bleeding throat. But this? This will kill all of you. It will kill your soul.” “I don’t care about my soul. I want to know if it will work.” “Don’t do it. Please don’t do it.” If he carried storms in his eyes, she carried desolation in hers. “Don’t you understand that I’m already dead?” “Marie.” “What else can be taken from me? You tell me that. What else can they take?” Lyle

“I swear to God, I’ll kill you, you monster!” James only smirked. “You can’t even stomach a few words. Your sister endured more than you ever could. Pathetic.” Victoria’s smile was all venom. “Just finish him already. I’ve got the password to the DeLuca safe. Once he’s gone, we can go collect what’s left.” James stopped in front of Matteo, raising the hammer high. “Too bad,” he said softly, almost wistfully. “You don’t get to die the way she did. What a shame—you’ll never know what real pain feels like.”

"I've granted your wish, Dad!" Only with one bullet shot, but able to knock Carlos just like that to the floor. Fresh blood immediately flowed from Carlos's head, Kenzo just stared flatly at his father, who was lifeless at his feet. Kenzo pulled the trigger through Carlos's head, helping him to rush to death in an instant. "Now I will hold the facilities in this mansions, Dad. My mother will come back, and you will have nothing more, but to be buried with the ground!"

The world before my eyes began to crumble. The Coronation Hall, the bloodstained throne, Killian’s cooling corpse... Everything shattered like a mirror struck by a heavy hammer, dissolving into countless motes of light. The System’s voice rang out in the void one last time, filled with arrogant charity: [Congratulations on clearing the game. Wish granted: Full Resurrection.] [Disconnecting...] [Game Over.] Route 66, The RV. A violent jolt. I snapped my eyes open.